Bright Tongue

Wondering how I can iron out the wrinkles in my uneasy demeanour, knowing that I may have said too much. But there was never going to be a right time, not a right format or warning overture to steer the senses to a better understanding of events, though hidden, still very present. Strongly so. I am a jumble of emotions and misunderstandings not least because I chose to say what I felt, to traverse the deep cavern below disappearing into a rushing river of deep-seated sentiment, too far below the usual skin of awareness that dresses this light with a translucency that reveals only partial things, distorted blurred images of something we may recognise but too unmanifest and unspoken to be identified. I feel like the victim of my own refusal; my inability to make real what my heart desires. Did I misplace my intent, and replace it with luck…

Phi

South Ponto Beach, Carlsbad, Southern California, September 2017. Getting the camera to see the colours I see is mightily hard, given that it doesn’t quite seem to have the range of colour vision that my eyes have. In fact, not even close. It often frustrates me that a lovely sunset through the camera will […]

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